Sigh, I am dreading when my son wakes up - not because of anything he did, but because I'll have to tell him he'll have to go back to the old school. We talked with him about both schools and he really wanted us to try and enroll him in the smaller school. They just called and denied our application. My heart sunk and I 'bout cried as I hung up the phone. Yes, I know he has to live life and what it deals out to him and he's got to live with the consequences... but I am dreading him being lost, falling through the cracks again. I'm fighting to keep the tears back now as I'm writing this. *^#*^* it! He deserves a better chance! I gotta quit writing before he wakes up and finds me sniffling and wiping my eyes. Thanks - yeah I know, I shouldn't have even tried and prepared him to stay put in that wretched pitiful excuse for a school.